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The GlyphsThe Glyphs
Strange glyphs upon a stone wall
The readers are confused
A time beyond our reckoning
"We were not created then."
"Indeed not. This is too old,
Too long ago."
"What of those figures?"
The figures told of creatures before our time
As old as the earth itself
Names strange and unearthly
At last, they turned to go
Cry of the JackalsCry of the Jackals
Those who have traversed the Sahara along the Egyptian stretch and wandered through the Valley of Kings might have chanced to hear the occasional cries of jackals. They sometimes hang out near the doors of the tombs. When this writer was at the nearest resort, a traveler such as I mentioned arrived and told me and a few others that he had seen or heard a clutch of jackals at a particular tomb. Naturally, someone inquired,
"Which tomb was it? Akhenaten? Ramses?"
"I am not really sure," he replied, nervously. "Neither did I see a marking nor did my guide know."
An unmarked tomb. An unknown mummy. Something very strange was going on out there. However, I was still on holiday and had no intention to investigate. So the inquirer, Edmond Tulley, an amateur investigator who occasionally worked with Scotland Yard, felt it was incumbent to go. The journey was about two days by rover.
When Tulley arrived, he and his guide, a native Egyptian, camped and checked provisions. Cert
Heart of the Woman IIHeart of the Woman
What will glow like fire every night?
What will shine like the stars?
What will glimmer so brightly
That one will see it from afar?
What will have value more than precious stones,
More than silver and gold?
What has a price so dear when bought
But never should be sold?
Men, if you don't know, then ask your wives; if they don't know, then ask Puabi.
When Heaven is Angry conclusionWhen Heaven is Angry
Every cloud has a silver lining. There may be some good in the worst situations. Within moments, earth dimensional time, the storm blew me through the threshold of Hastur's dimension and back to our world. The key was, how've, still in my grasp. The storm it evoked failed, or worse, was not meant to remove it. I rejoined Ralph Compton and we returned o his house. I spent about half an hour shaking myself from that experience.
"Well, Henry , thy sy that we learn from experience. What has this experience taught you?"
"for one thing, Ralph, old boy, it taught me to beware of them Old Ones."
"Oh, absolutely don't trust them!"
"Beyond that, I learned how much power they had and something queer about Hatur. But, let's get started. There are a few places that need a storm."
We set to work combining the spells in the Necronomicon Spellbook with the key. Throughout that time, we both duly dreaded the dimensions of the storms we would conjure. Ralph offered to hol
Heart of the WomanHeart of the Woman
"You may have many things in life,
But you must have love. When you lose the others,
But you have love, you can still be happy. So I learned,
Beside my beloved."-Puabi
I never cared much for money
Or what it can buy.
Like many things in our world,
It comes and goes.
I never thought I was the "gods' gift
But something in me warranted
A gift to me: a special woman
Whatever is given is a blessing.
She came and does not want to go.
Her heart is in my care and custody
As I would handle a precious stone.
True love requires that we care.
I have cared for none other so much.
When Heaven is Angry page 3When Heaven is Angry
Whether Old Ones tell the truth or whether they tell the truth to frighten the listener remains to be proven. In any event, Hastur's warning came true that night. With the conclusion of the invocation, the gateway to his dimension opened before us. This gate was not the chaotic, amorphous type related to Yog~sothoth. Ralph explained as soon as the chance was evident, that Yog~sothoth was the gate to the dimension of the Outer Gods who served the court of Azathoth.
"You see, if you invoke Yog~sothoth, you will find your way through the dimension of the Blind God, in which there are servile entities labeled 'outer gods.' that dimension has proved perilous lately."
We naturally had scanty time to ponder that dimension. Suddenly, an abysmal dark passage manifested before me. Intuitively, we knew it was Hastur's dimension. It felt as dangerous as the dimension of the outer gods. An occasional flash of what resembled lightning lit the way for me. Ralph looke
When Heaven is Angry page 2When Heaven is Angry
Unlike my expectation of the controlling extra dimensional entity¹, the entity controlling storms was Hastur the book explained briefly that electrical storms were more atmospheric and so the nitty for air and fire was needed . That was Hastur. In any case, I needed to invoke his aid. Ralph assisted me ably. Witch tomes need a bell and a candle; Hastur needed only a candle for his element. Ralph helped me recite the invocation, since the script was antiquated and totally alien.
The rite involved a space in which 4 candles were placed at the four directions and lit in turns. Ralph attended to them, while echoing the invocation. He warned that I must state my purpose and be aware of the costs.
"You must beware because these entities are capricious and nonaligned," he said gravely.
"That suggests turning coat on me," I replied calmly. He nodded, and replied, still grimly,
"At any time they choose. Hastur has been known to turn without
Prodigal's SearchProdigal's Search
Tormented in school, berated at home
A constant need to live this life alone
I finished school to go abroad
My heart weighed with a heavy load
And every step I took then
Echoed with my mother's voice
An empty heart and a sad soul
Need time to recover and become whole
I needed to live among caring men
So I would not relive that life again
But still I heard that woman's voice
I wandered far and away back then
Vowing never to return home again
Haunted and hounded by my mother's ghost
Peace is desired but it has a heavy cost
Only now at the side of one I love
Who heals and soothes with a velvet glove
Does that voice soften and sound like the wind
And drift away like my dreams from my mind
And in the end I realized
That only my father and my sister cared
The former supported me till now more than I knew
The latter supports me at every thing I do
And I no longer hear that awful voice
When Heaven is Angry page 1When the Heaven is Angry
There was a celebration for these past three days during which the air outdoors was humid and ready to pour down rain. It finally did. Much to everyone's chagrin and my relief. It may seem odd but nobody paid attention to the sky or temperature. They took it for granted. Typical attitude in these parts. Every year without failure until this year. This year the weather was uncertain and rain fell more often. I cannot complain. I enjoy showers and storms.
They are thrilling to be in. I remember when I was still a boy and lightning struck a tree in our back yard near the kitchen and my mother was working in it. She jumped and I said "Heaven is angry because you're too tough with us kids." Of course she refused to believe me but I enjoyed warning her. Storms like that happened only occasionally but they were exciting. Today in the midst of a festival observed almost mindlessly due to long history a wild shower burst near my room and it thri
Third DestinationThe sky was grey
It was raining
the whole day
No houses, no trees
There was a scent
of salty, bitter tears
Then wind was blowing
Away the broken
pieces of paper
My soul, my home
That was the memory of my
Second DestinationOn the upside down mountain
Colored oil black
I saw a house there
Front of it the bridge
between the mountain and a
200 floors high building
while 10 children
were running on the roof
All died in the fall
And so was my
30. Under the RainWhen it Rained
Hearing how the water fall
hits the roof
There has been many
who I don't know
to become lost
when it rained
They walk the path
and there is only one way
since it's too hot
when sun still shines
we'll get burned again
so then we are gone
when it rains
Beautiful WorldBorn free here on earth:
Huge herds in the world.
Wild and free - so live animals
In our unique beautiful world.
Huge forests once on earth
Until the man was born.
Nature so green. Grazing on glade
Is a deer quite shy but close.
Rain over dry countries.
I see the awakening of nature.
Rainbow makes me dream
Peacefully after a hot dry night.
Fog over high mountains,
Waterfall – force of nature,
Silence … just a bird chirping
When the morning is awake.
Sun standing high in the sky
But when the night will soon be dark:
Dark blue is the sky then -
I see the world with different eyes
As long as it still exists.
Because I am just a part of life
In a dying world untouched.
AndromedaAmongst the darkened skies
Brightened by only starlight
Field & Sea.
Gravity is only an afterthought
Hilltops become ladders into the sky while
Inferior planets stare down upon the Earth
Jealous of such simplicity yet contemplating grandeur.
Keppler only thought of science
Linear, elliptical, movement…
Mythology had no such thoughts
Neptune & Nebulas both inhabit space
Orbiting across the lonely darkness
Probably never worried about mundane things
Questioning their existence
Right now or for all eternity such as us.
Shooting stars make us joyful while
Terminator is an otherworldly spectacle
Unknown to all those hidden in their houses
Various stars await us outside
Waiting to play like we did before
Xenagogue & inviting
Youthful but ancient curiosities.
Zenith induced euphoria continues until daylight…
The Beauty of the Flight OneOh bird,
oh how I envy you so
with your wings so delicate
but has the strength
to fight and navigate through
the ever pushing winds
your sharp and fine beak
an open even
the hardest of words and nuts
to provide the proper amount of food
for your beloved nest
You work so diligently
looking around for signs of danger
to later take flight
if it comes to that
but staying to fight
if your nest comes to harms way
Your call expresses many emotions
that I myself sometimes feel
the purtrid cry of sorrow
the beligerant screech of anger
the prepossessing song of love and content
Oh how I envy many things
of your careful, free life
I still know of the great dangers
that you constantly face
and I will always admire
how dutefully you deal
with all the troubles
that come with being a bird
Astronaut, calling from Soilthe astronaut landed
on a nylon moon.
the walls of net allowed no entry
he had a frail bronze skin,
so had a suit of emerald.
and six twig legs were
state of the art, back on Soil.
a giant monster,
jeans and pink and t-shirt,
attacked him in sudden, accidental savagery.
now the astronaut is shutting down,
all in the name of letting a giant
get higher than he needed to.
Moon CycleRare pearl in the sky,
You are ever-changing,
Eluding my grasp
As you dance
In your smiling arc
Around the world.
Like the tide,
My heart is overcome
By your gravitational pull;
my darkest nights of the soul.
All I can do
Is to watch
Until you come full circle.
Twigs in one hand,
Carrot in the other.
All in a hour or two.
They don't care.
They build their living snow.
Only to die of heatstroke the next day.
"Winter Only World" Contest
On a planet more remote than X,
Almost unseen by our telescopes,
Where no manned raft would ever go,
Thereat no complex organism would survive
Upon a surface of frozen ice and snow_
Ice in columns and myriad shapes,
Snow in glaciers as on Earth
And air colder than an Earth winter wind.
Remoter from our Sun and all its warmth
Dark and still as surrounding space
Any man who sets his feet
Would freeze instantly and there remain
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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